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Born in April 18, 1839 / Died in August 1, 1882 / Australia / English

Poems by Henry Kendall

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Extempore Lines

... Since Noah’s flood, the fettered slave ...

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Urara

... And the foes that we sought, and the fights which we fought, ...

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Etheline

... The dripping leaves are white with death, ...

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Campaspe

... Of the trap in the droop in the raiment - the snare in the folds of the hair! ...

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Euroclydon

... When the sea-heralds clamour, and elves of the war, ...

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At Her Window

... And, therefore, knowing this from you, who’ve shared ...

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Silent Tears

... The wind’s dark dungeon must have vent ...

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Ella with the Shining Hair

... ” And Love looked round, and said: “Oh, you ...

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Passing Away

...   With their dower of splendour and shade! ...

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Bells Beyond the Forest

... Did I not, amongst these thickets, weave my thoughts and passions into rhyme, ...

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God Help our Men at Sea

... And the pent waters gleam, and the wild surges scream - ...

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The Voice in the Wild Oak

...   And fills thy strong, strange rhyme by fits ...

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Robert Parkes

... My soul has passed through blood and fire, ...

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Mary Rivers

... Twenty white-haired Junes have left us—grey with frost and bleak with gale— ...

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In Memory of Edward Butler

... Where sighs the sedge and moans the marsh, ...